|First car costs more than teens imagine|
I vividly remember waking up on the morning of my 16th birthday. I was excited for cake, presents and, more than anything, my driverâ€™s license.
I had ridiculously high expectations from watching all of those MTV shows where kids wake up on their birthday and see a cherry red Mustang sitting outside. Eager, I hopped out of bed and ran downstairs to get ready for school. All day, I was giddy and ready to go home and celebrate with my family. That afternoon, I waled home from school, practically bouncing off the walls until my party started ...
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